Sam Falls Even Further From Grace

It is rare for me to revisit a cast of characters, generally once a story is completed I move on to the next. However, in this case there has been such a demand for a follow on story that I felt compelled to attempt it. I'm afraid it is a little long and starts very slow.

Scorpio00155

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It had been two months since my wife Sam's fall from grace with the man Steve in a night club. That night had been one of shock, guilt and inexplicable excitement for both of us. In certain ways it had improved our relationship in that Sam had promised to surrender herself to my carnal desires no matter what they may be or where I may wish to enact them. Yet in other ways a certain strain had crept into our marriage following that night, a strain that did not diminish with the passage of time. To a degree we tried to put the whole incident out of our minds, but it was hard for me to forget what I had witnessed and I believe it was equally as hard for Sam to simply forget how she had let herself be used by Steve.

For myself I still found it hard to believe how aroused I had become while watching another man fuck my wife. Try as I might I could not get the vision of his cock moving in her pussy out of my mind, nor, if I am being honest, how easily she had given in to him. Like many other men I had read the stories about men getting their wives to have sex with other men, however, I had never really lent such tales any credence. I brooded quietly for weeks about my part in what had happened as I tried to come to terms with the perverted pleasure watching Sam with another man had given me. In ten years of marriage I had never felt tempted to stray and, to my knowledge, neither had Sam, now I found myself torn between anger and disgust at what had happened and temptation to place Sam in a similar situation. In the stories the men let their wives move on to (or pushed them into) greater excesses, but despite Sam having promised to let another man play with her or even fuck her if I said she should, I could not bring myself to try such a thing.

A large part of my hesitation to put Sam into such a position again was fear, the fear of perhaps losing her to another or her leaving me because I placed such demands on her. Again, in stories, the men seemed to revel in seeing their wives with other men and there rarely seemed to be any adverse outcome, however, I dreaded what may happen to our relationship. Perversely I also became aroused when my thoughts strayed in this direction. Sam had tried to ease my conscience by telling me it was natural for a man to be excited to see his woman used by another man, only I had real doubts about this; not just about my arousal but about Sam. There was deep down inside me this nagging kernel of doubt that Sam actually wanted to be with other men because I did not satisfy her in some way. Perhaps my doubts and fears may have been laid to rest if I had discussed them with my wife, but after the first week we stopped talking about what had happened and I was too uncertain about my feelings to bring the subject up again.

So two months had passed, two months of great sex, but a growing tension between my wife and myself. Silly? Perhaps, but that was the situation and I seemed unable to move forward with the situation. However, Sam sensed what was affecting me and our relationship and came to a decision of her own.

"Dan," Sam said softly as we sat relaxing in the living room one evening, "we need to talk about what happened with Steve. I know it's been worrying you and it's coming between us."

My first instinct was to deny that there was anything wrong, but as fast as that thought came I realised that the only person I'd be fooling was myself. Looking at Sam I tried to sort my fragmented thoughts and fears into some sort of order, instead I found myself blurting them out in no particular order at all. While I spoke my wife listened with growing sadness on her face, a look that became pained when I voiced my concerns about not satisfying her. Breathlessly I wound down after a few minutes, somehow I felt better for letting loose the stream of my thoughts, but I also worried about how she would react.

"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" Sam sighed after a long moment of tense silence. "Dan, I made you a promise that night and I mean to keep it if you hold me to it, but I did not make that promise for any other reason than to show you how much you meant to me. Darling, I don't want another man, you more than satisfy me and if you don't want me to make good on that promise that is more than alright by me."

"Really?" I asked quietly, then sighed, "I've been a fool haven't I."

"We both have." She smiled reassuringly. "I should not have let you brood on it for so long, but I think I was as afraid as you about the whole thing."

"Afraid?" I blurted.

"Yes," she replied, "afraid. Afraid you would leave me because of what happened. Afraid that you would shut me out, and you have been shutting me out Dan, even when we have sex you seem distant and I was scared by that."

"Sam, despite everything," I said lowering my eyes to the floor, "I still get turned on at the idea of ... you know ..."

"Me with other men?" she finished for me.

"Yes." I sighed. "I think about it and your promise and sometimes, well sometimes I want you to do it. When I have those thoughts I get to feeling that there's something wrong with me."

"I think I understand," she answered softly, "and there's nothing wrong with you Dan. I sometimes wonder how it would feel if you did take me up on that promise and I admit that it does give me a tingle of excitement. Dan it's no different to watching a porn video and we both get turned on by that."

"Of course it's different," I said in surprise and doubt, "it's not some porn queen on a T.V. screen I'm watching, it's you, my wife."

"And the porn queen is someone else's wife or girlfriend." Sam replied. "Dan, we have to move past this. Either we try to forget it ever happened and I don't think either of us can do that; or we face up to it and decide whether we will try never to do such a thing again; or we add it as something in our sex life. I will go with whatever you decide."

And so the ball was back in my court and I was torn between guilt and fear and arousal. It had come as a major surprise to discover myself getting turned on as we had talked, but I could not deny the sensation of my cock slowly growing harder. Looking at Sam I wondered if I could take seeing her being touched by another man again, at the same time I admitted that I desired to see such a thing happening. I remembered Sam's promise of that night 'Dan, I'd do it for you, I'd even let others fuck me if it was what you wanted', I remembered telling her that I didn't want to see her fucking another man, just being played with. Now I wondered if I had meant what I'd said, seeing my wife being played with by a stranger had been exciting, but later, as the memories kept coming back I realise that it had been seeing another man's cock pumping in her pussy that gave me the biggest turn-on. Had my angry and violent reaction of that night really been because of the guy's actions or because of my own guilt at how they'd made me feel?

Sam remained quiet while my thoughts boiled within my brain, but her eyes were focused on me as though reading those very thoughts. Being brutally honest with myself for the first time since that night I finally admitted to myself that the idea of seeing Sam being fucked was what excited me the most. It disgusted me to discover this perverted side of myself, but I could no longer deny it or deny that I wanted to make it happen. Strangely I felt much of the tension that had been building in me since that night ease as I made that admission to myself. Looking at Sam I drew a deep breath and smiled gently at her.

"Sam," I said slowly, "I've learnt something about myself that I'm not too happy to have discovered, but I can't deny it any longer. It did turn me on seeing you being played with, but I now realise that it excited me even more seeing Steve fuck you."

"And you want to see me fucked again?" she asked in a low voice.

"I don't honestly know." I sighed. "Sam, I could say that I only want to try someone playing with your body, but I'm honestly not sure that I would step in to stop things if they went too far, a part of me seems to want you to be fucked by another man. All I can say is that I feel that I want to try watching again, I want to see another man handling your body."

"Dan," Sam smiled at me, "I'll do whatever you want of me, I love you that much. If you really think you want to try this what say we take things as they come, if you step in and stop whoever it is from fucking me then that's okay, but if you don't step in and let them fuck me then that's fine too."

"You really mean that?" I asked in surprise. "You're not just agreeing to make me happy or something?"

"Yes, I mean it," she laughed, "and I am agreeing to it to make you happy too. One thing though Dan, how easy do you want me to be?"

"Easy?" I asked not catching on to her meaning.

"Easy," she smiled, "as in do I just give in without a struggle or do I make them work for everything they get."

"I think it would be more exciting to see them having to work for what they get." I laughed as the penny finally dropped.

"So when do we do this?" she asked.

"How about this weekend?" I replied.

"That's two days away," she commented, "but I guess if we are going to try this the sooner we do it the easier it may be."

We spent the rest of that evening just talking, voicing our doubts, fears and excitement of the past couple of months. At the same time we made tentative plans for what was to come, for myself I felt uncertain and eager in equal measure as we talked about where to go and how we would arrange events. It was a sensation that stayed with me through the next two days, I know my mind wasn't fully on my work and I was thankful that those two days were relatively quiet in the office. Then Friday evening was upon us.

When I got home Friday evening Sam was in the bath and my stomach did a flip-flop at the thought that she was getting ready to go out and be seduced because I had asked her to. At the same time my cock grew hard within the confines of my clothes for the very same reason. Entering the bathroom I gazed longingly and lovingly at my wife as she lay part submerged in the warm, bubbly water. As I admired her body I could not fail to notice that her nipples were already hard in arousal, and I felt a moment of doubt at seeing how turned on she already was by what we had planned for that night.

"I'll be out in a minute." Sam's warm voice cut across my thoughts.

"Okay love." I responded lamely while retreating to the bedroom.

Sam had already laid out her clothes for the evening on the bed, I was not surprised to see the wrap-over dress, that thing was designed to be seduced in. I was surprised to see that she had not put out a bra and the panties she was going to wear were so minuscule as to be almost non-existent. Beside the panties was a pair of self grip stockings and a pair of four inch high heels stood by the side of the bed. My conscience pricked me even as my cock grew harder.

"All yours." Sam's voice sounding from the bedroom doorway made me jump.

"Uh, thanks." I muttered.

As I lay in a warm bath a few minutes later with my cock waving above the water's surface I wondered if I could go through with this. Yet the excitement rising in me, let alone the sight of my already rigid cock told me that I could, at least for now. Then I wondered how Sam felt about what was about to happen, her hard nipples spoke of her arousal, but did she also have the same doubts and nervousness that I had? Should I give her the chance to back out of this? I was still pondering this when I got out of the bath and started drying myself off.

The bedroom was empty when I got there and Sam's clothes were gone. Dressing in trousers and shirt I decided that I would have to give Sam the chance to back out of what we had planned for the night. Having reached that decision I felt a lot easier and after a quick brush of my hair and a dash of cologne I headed downstairs to join my wife. She was in the kitchen sipping at a glass of wine when I got downstairs and I stopped in the doorway to look at her, one look at her and my excitement surged to a new level. My resolve of mere moments previously to give her the chance to back out went out the window as I stared at her.

The dress she wore shimmered and slid with every move she made, the mere knowledge that all that held it closed was a silken belt did nothing to ease my excitement. Looking down I saw her shapely stocking clad legs, the dress was already slipping open as she sat on a stool with her ankles crossed. Letting my eyes rise up her body I smiled at the sight of her nipples pushing at the material of the dress; my eyes reached her face to see that she had used very little make-up, just enough to show, but not enough to look garish. Her head turned and our eyes met, her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement and I knew that even had I voiced my earlier resolve her response would have been in the negative. Almost as a side thought I noted that her shoulder length brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and I wondered if this was to ensure that it would not block my view in any way. The excitement in her eyes had given me another moment of doubt, but my own excitement pushed this aside.

"Want one?" she asked waving her glass gently and smiling.

"Better not," I smiled back, "I'm driving don't forget."

"Well I guess it's time then." She said.

Draining her glass Sam slid off the stool, straightened her dress and came to where I stood in the doorway.

"Unless you are having second thoughts that is." She said looking up at my face.

"I was when I came down, but now...no." I grinned down at her. "You?"

"No, but I do feel nervous." She admitted.

Leaning down I kissed her, straightening I teasingly ran my hands over her boobs. She looked down at my hands then up at my face and laughed. As we left the house a few moments later I knew that no matter how the night went I would feel guilt about it later, but for now I was almost eager to put my wife in the hands of another.

We had chosen a club about ten miles from where we lived, though we had been there before we were by no means regulars and we would be unlikely to bump into anyone we may know. The drive there was made in a sort of excitingly nervous silence, from time to time my eyes would drift down to her legs as I drove. True to form the dress had slipped wide open as she had entered the car and I could see her flimsy panties, the gusset already appeared to be a little damp. It didn't take long to reach the club, but it took almost as long as the trip to find a place to park. Still, within thirty minutes of leaving home we were stepping through the doorway into the dimly lit, loud atmosphere of the place.

For a moment we stood near the entrance just letting ourselves get adjusted to the noise and the lower light level. Although well filled the place certainly wasn't packed, which surprised me for eight thirty on a Friday evening. I was even more surprised to see that almost half of the tables were empty, but this worked in our favour as I spotted a free table in a corner of the room that had a number of points it could been seen from without any problem at all. Of course if whoever eventually picked her up wasn't as daring as Steve there would be nothing to see anyway. Thinking about her being picked up made me realise it was time for us to separate, looking at my wife I gave a nervous smile, nodded to the table in the corner and made my way to the bar. As I sat sipping at a beer a few minutes later my wife appeared at the other end of the bar, I watched her order a drink which she took to the table I had pointed out to her. Easing my way around the bar I settled myself onto a stool that gave an even better view of the table and my wife. I had to suppress a grin as I saw that I would have no trouble seeing what went on above and below the table.

Thirty minutes later I began to wonder if there would be anything to see at all. I had nursed my beer like a miser while watching both the club and the table at which my wife was sitting, no-one had even seemed to look her way and the club seemed to be emptying rather than filling as the time passed. Sam was looking around the club, her glass all but empty and I was sure she too was wondering if we were wasting our evening. Then a man appeared at the bar beside me, leaning over he asked the barman what the woman at the corner table was drinking. Lord knows how the barman remembered, but he did and told the man, my ears pricked up when the man ordered a large vodka and tonic to be sent to her table. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the drink being taken to Sam, she spoke to the barman who nodded to the man beside me. The man saw Sam looking his way, nodded, raised his own glass and smiled, Sam smiled back and raised the glass that had been brought to her. With that response the man left the bar and went over to Sam's table, he spoke to her and she gave a reply; the man sat at the table with her and they struck up a conversation.

Waving the barman over I ordered another drink while keeping an eye on the table. As I sipped my beer Sam and the man got up to dance, since the music was racy I was not expecting anything to happen yet so I let my eyes sort of drift around the place. When a couple of other men came to the bar I gave them a quick glance then let my attention wander back to the dance floor. Sam and her companion were jumping around to the music along with about a dozen other couples, both of them seemed to be having fun.

"Think he'll score?" One of the recent arrivals at the bar commented to his companion.

"Bloody hope so," the other replied, "she's a right cracker."

"A bit on the small side though." The first one observed.

"They're all the same size lying down." The second man laughed.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked at the pair then followed their gaze out to the dance floor, the comment about size and the direction of their gaze confirmed that it was my wife they were talking about. The hairs at the back of my neck prickled as it dawned on me that all three men were together and that the man with Sam was the 'pick-up' guy. Based on their conversation they were expecting their friend to seduce the woman he was with then share her with them. Something like this happening had never occurred to either of us, now I was faced with the decision of bringing things to a halt or risk Sam being gang-banged. Even as I had these thoughts I became aware that my cock was uncomfortably hard, surprised by this I wriggled surreptitiously on the bar stool to ease my cock into a more comfortable position. Turning my attention back to the dance floor I saw Sam and the man returning to the table laughing and talking like old friends. Glancing to my side I noted the two men watching my wife and their friend intently. My stomach was in knots of nervous excitement as I tried to decide whether to 'rescue' Sam or to wait and see what happened.

Over the next hour I watched Sam and her companion drinking, chatting and dancing to the racy music. At one point I had to go out to the toilet, when I got back Sam and the man were sat at the table again with fresh drinks in their hands. Luckily my stool was still free and I sat back at the bar with relief, then I looked around the club and noted that there were even fewer people around. Puzzled by this I waved the barman over.

"Could I have another beer please." I said. "It's quiet tonight."

"Yeah," he responded while pulling my beer, "there's a concert of some sort on tonight, most of them are either there or heading there."